User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-3135907-20150405042403/@comment-2246928-20150416045218

Skrodd stalked through the hastily thickening undergrowth, his eyes narrowed and his orange, black and white brush flicking in annoyance.

Eventually, they were far from the campsite, and the tall fox decided that this was a good time for a jaw. He cleared his throat as they marched along, occasionally darting behind trees and keeping to the trees' long shadows. "Huh, here we are gobbin' about 'ow dangerous these woods are an' first thing he does 'is chuck is out here... Those two we were sent after probably tripped 'n' fell onto their own daggers, or got filled wid squirrel arrows..." He stopped at this, shivering.